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letra de mirrors - glendal tautua

verse 1:
i can barely recognize myself. you might think that it’s dramatic but i’m asking ya’ll for help
when i wear a suit and tie, give a smile when i reply, i feel like another person while accommodating
wealth

in a white swirl, white walls, and white worlds. adding color to a canvas that denies what got impearled
hide my culture in a bun, keep my skin up out the sun, because melanin and hair are often feared when
it’s unfurled
so i speak in ways, unnatural to the days, when thesе streets accepted piecеs that these people seem to
hate. how can i be me? when i’m trying constantly, to fit a standard that my people never wanted to
create, i don’t know. maybe i’m just trippin and i’m lost and i never had to throw away the things that i
have tossed
but i find myself changing every bridge i have to cross, use my soul to pay the toll but now it’s coming at
a cost

hook 1:
i’m tired of all these mirrors, yeaaaaa. these mirrors telling lies to me. i’m tired of all these mirrors
yeeeaaaa. these mirrors telling lies to me. yea, yea, yea

pre-verse 1
take a peek at my reflection, take a second, second guessing, had to think about a sentence i was
finding my way. i’ve been speaking to the reverend and i think he failed to mention, mixing curses with
my blessings isn’t how to be safe
and i’m tired of being beatin on, fine if i just sing a song, tired of all these creaks from all these couches i
been sleeping on. i been creeping, leaving pieces on the creases of my dreams, every time i do i lose a
piece if me!
verse 2:
chill out…
who is you, who is me, who is us, who is we. i guess this sh-t just ain’t what it seems. take some years of
bad luck and mix it up in a cup because, i’m taking all the shards to sweeten the tea
this is real talk, no faking i still walk, through the neighborhood with ghetto kids who make me feel
strong. yea it took a little searching but i’m carrying the burdens, of a couple boys who told me imma
make it to the top, so i’m. breaking mirrors, strutting i see clearer, take your bullsh-t agenda don’t come
anywhere near us. let my hair sw-ng, sun beating so i can cheer up, keep my attitude the same not
caring if they fear us, i don’t know
maybe i’m just trippin and i’m lost and i never had to throw away the things that i have tossed, but i
find myself changing every bridge i have to cross, use my soul to pay the toll but now it’s coming at a
cost

hook 2:
i’m tired of all these mirrors, yeaaaaa. these mirrors telling lies to me. i’m tired of all these mirrors
yeeeaaaa. these mirrors telling lies to me. yea, yea, yea

pre-verse 2:
take a peek at my reflection, take a second second guessing, had to think about a sentence i was finding
my way. i’ve been speaking to the reverend and i think he failed to mention, mixing curses with my
blessings isn’t how to be safe
and i’m tired of being beatin on, fine if i just sing a song, tired of all these creaks from all these couches i
been sleeping on. i been creeping, leaving pieces on the creases of my dreams, everytime i do i lose a
piece if me!

hook 3:
i’m tired of all these mirrors, yeaaaaa. these mirrors telling lies to me. i’m tired of all these mirrors
yeeeaaaa. these mirrors telling lies to me. yea, yea, yea

- glendal tautua

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